Please, Don't Sell Me Your Dream

There's an assumption successful people have regardless their field, and that's people perceived as less successful wants to be like them. That belief is also shared by "motivational speakers" who share the achievement of others with the purpose to make anyone believe "you could be like them".

I don't buy that though. My stand is don't sell me your dream or that of others 'cause I don't buy "copy and paste" means of being successful. Even successful people experience difficulty in achieving the same feat twice. Nas once said, "O, you went platinum, yeah, that's nice. Now let me see you do the same thing twice". So if duplicating success is difficult why do people think imitation is easy?

Take for instance, you read a cook book by Gordon Ramsay and believe you will be able to cook half as good might be misleading.

I said earlier, don't sell me your dream- I have mine. Don't tell me "do all these to be like me"... who says I want to be like you.

Take time to introspect and ask yourself, are you striving towards you OWN dream

Looking Forward to Suspension

I have a job that pays but I spend all my energy for each penny. Nothing comes for something I guess...not. What I believe is superiors want subordinate suffer to compensate for the shit they probably went through getting to the top.

I work hard and that has become an issue because whenever someone wants a task done, I'm called. So lately, I get so many tasks to be overwhelmed and the Ogas at the top know this but don't give a shit. I become inefficient at times.

The punch line is all the shit I do don't count as far as my appraisal was concerned. I should be sacked if my last appraisal was taken into consideration. Like a manager once said, headless chicken.

The manager was right. I spend most of my day on my superiors' work and not mine. The irony was the manager was inclusive to those who kept me busy with their work.

To decline was easy...if there was no consequence. Take for instance the day I was approaching Third Mainland Bridge traffic after work. The time was about 9:30pm and it began to rain. The day was tough as usual. I had spent that night to satisfy my supervisor with a report that she kept tweaking. By 9pm I was done, I gave her the report and placed them in an envelope. Finally, I was done...or so I thought. In about 30 minutes my phone began to ring. I answered to hear her screaming at the other end of the line. She wanted me to return to the office, prepare more reports and bring them to her house in Lekki. NOTE: I didn't even know her house. I told myself, this is your last day.

Minutes later I received a call from another superior who told me not to worry. That was how my ass was saved that day. Two days later something similar happened and my ass was once again saved.

This week, I expect something more outrageous and it will be evident I was fed up.

With my situation into consideration, a week suspension won't be bad. I need the time to rest even if it would affect my pay next month

Am Starting To Think...I Love You

This is why it's great not to delete notes, gifts... from flings or past relationships; it culminates to experiences you might forget. I stumbled on an old email I sent to someone, Morin Jessica, it was a poem titled "Am starting to think...I love you". It was sent Oct 25, 2007 at 2:53 PM .And to think I used the word love and do not remember the person. I checked her on Facebook and still doesn't look familiar.

Enjoy

I’m Starting to think…I love you

I'm starting to think I love you
So you ask why?
I'm going to tell you.
The way u make me feel...
is just so amazing.
How I can be so mad,
and still somehow...
you manage to make me happy.
The way I can be so pissed,
and yet you still make me giggle.
How I always think of you.
How I can never get you off my mind.
The way I can never get mad at you,
and if i did I would have to fake.
How my heart... skips a beat,
jumps, flips, turns,
does whatever it does.
The weird feeling I get...
the one that kinda hurts,
but makes me feel good.
The way I start to worry
even if it's just because your sick.
It's just so crazy.
That's why I'm starting to think I love you.

How Many Times is Too Much In Love?

I have male friends that claim to be in love every freaking time they meet a new chic. They usually describe a striking feature that made their decision to fall for 'em. It might be, "she's sooo intelligent", "she's very caring".

The outcome is a list of girls deceived about being in exclusive relationship with them.

I fell in love once, if what I felt is what they truly feel- I see a whole lot of husband cheat in the making.

Back to my question, shouldn't there be a limited number of times to fall in love? A fairy tale response won't be bad.

Kiss the Girl

My music playlist was on shuffle and a song that played from the queue was "Kiss the Girl", a theme song from Disney's The Little Mermaid. If you don't know the song, you could rebooth your childhood...I can never be too gangster to deny watching The Little Mermaid as a child. Just in case there's someone without an idea, the song was the soundtrack when Ariel (mermaid) made a deal with Ursula (witch) to have legs. That would give her the opportunity to walk on land and visit Eric (prince charming). Nothing comes from free, so Ariel traded her voice for legs and the spell could be only be broken if Ariel get to kiss the prince within 3 days. She spent 3 days in his castle, hanging out together, and failed to get that kiss.


Like seriously...kiss the girl? just kiss a crush within 3 days to break a spell. The setting of The Little Mermaid was in the period of Castles, Kings, and Queens so getting to kiss might be difficult. It was adapted from a book published in 1800s...so maybe. Nowadays, if the deal between Ariel and the Witch were to reoccur, the spell breaker might be to get pregnant for the prince. Even that might not be a challenge.


Kissing is like the norm...I have met girls and fast forward through all the bases within 24 hours, not to mention 3 whole days.

Disclaimer: I am not a ladies man.

The song made me remember the movie and how things have changed. Innocence is definitely for the ignorant. You can have sex without an idea of the person's name (and I'm not referring to prostitutes).


Anyway, as a consolation (hopefully) I have to point out a way we have evolved. Everything in the movie probably happened within a week, two week max. Within the short period, Ariel met and in the end married Eric...I'll assume we all know what (should) happen on wedding nights, right? Ariel was 16 years old.


Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone provided by Airtel Nigeria.

₦400 Million Target OR Resign...What a Temptation

I understand the importance of target in organisations to achieve goals. I am totally comfortable with that, except when such targets become bloated and appear unrealistic. Sure, with effort, sweat, and blood it can be achieve BUT why should one put herself/himself in constant exposure of that? The truth is, it's a serious rat race there's no end. I witnessed someone get promoted for surpassing assigned target only to be sacked in less than 4 months for not meeting the next target.


I found myself in such industry with outrageous targets. Targets that will emotionally drain an individual not strong enough. In the past 2 weeks all I thought of was an exit plan until one presented itself...produce ₦400m or resign, I have to admit the OFFER is tempting.


Yes, it's an offer and like I said VERY tempting because both options hold equal value.

There's the fear of uncertainty...what's out there? How will I cope? But if I lived my life with such vivid in my conscious, I probably won't be where I am.


So the offer stands till the end of September. I know there'll be insults, and probably suspension till then.
I know it's way too early to live my life like this and I welcome an exit plan.

Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone provided by Airtel Nigeria.

I LOVE YOU

I write with the belief you might read this and it all goes back to square one- where you totally ignore me. The reason isn't far-fetched and I regretfully attest to being spiteful in the past. I won't make any excuse to justify my actions, that's not why I write this, this is about one thing- I LOVE YOU and that's what matters.


Each day that pass without you strenghtens the possibility of your relationship with another man. My only comfort remains the fact no man can love you like I did/do/forever will (except Jesus Christ- that's just being real).


For a minute, please remember the experiences we had, it wasn't bad, was it? Remember when...and when... Remember the silly things I said that made you smile, those were real. I believe I showed potential to be a better man...I am now a better man. "My Psychology will not waste".


Please give me that opportunity to create new/better experiences, for you, for me, for us.